The cats woke me up at 3 a.m. today and perhaps it was the cortisone shot but I could not for anything get back to sleep. But when I got up, the foot looked good except for some cute round bruises and I didn’t feel anything but stiff. By 4 a.m. I was drinking coffee and working on my NaNoWriMo word count for the day. And with all these photos I am taking of my feet I am sad and embarrassed that I haven’t had a pedicure since my friend left the business.
I got to work jittery from too much coffee and optimistic that I would slay the day. Until our 9:30 break, I was at 100%. No pain, though occasionally depending how I stood on my foot I could feel pressure or as if a bubble were on the bottom of my foot. By about 12:30 (which is after six-plus hours of standing) I had some ache in the toe but no nerve pain.
But my numbers had fallen to 89%.
You see, recovering from this means I know have to learn how to move my body in an efficient way again. And since I’m exhausted and trying to reclaim my performance, the combination is leading to some jerky movements that are stressing my back.
Meanwhile, my neurologist/physiatrist’s office called. They wanted to move my Friday November 11 appointment to Wednesday November 9. I asked if they wanted the same time. The nurse asked me if I wanted the same time. I told her that it didn’t matter I just needed to inform my employer.
Turns out that the doctor was not scheduled to be in the office that day and planned to come in just to see me. I told the nurse that wasn’t necessary as I had seen my podiatrist and now had a foot full of cortisone which was providing a perfectly adequate temporary solution. She insisted I needed to be seen. So I’m going in at 3:30 after work.
I forgot I had a chiropractor appointment at 3:45 that day so I moved that to Monday, November 14 because I’m not about to call the neurologist back and make her change the time.
They offered early dismissal at work today, so when I went into the system to cancel my time off for November 11, I added paid time to the day I took off yesterday and took the early out. I wanted a nap.
But when I got home…
These guys had other plans. (See photo of cats cuddling on me.) At one point, J-P didn’t realize the hand petting him was mine and he freaked out and attacked my arm as if he were defending my life. Until Louise snarled at him.
And in other news, I received an email from Susquehanna Service Dogs:
“Your application has been reviewed by the Partner Selection Committee, and we have added you to the list for a preliminary interview…”
Another form to have a medical professional fill out, this one attesting to my psychological health.
“… Our preliminary interviews provide an opportunity for you to ask questions as well as a chance for us to get to know you better. It will include two staff members, a volunteer and a demonstration dog that will be used to show you the ways in which an assistance dog can assist in mitigating a person’s disability. The interview will be held at our facility.”
So that’s exciting.
More on the service dog process here.